In April 2014, I married the man of my dreams at our favorite Big Sur campground.
Exactly two weeks after our wedding, I found out I was pregnant. (I broke the news to my brand new husband by giving him the shirt pictured below.) I was ecstatic…and totally freaked out!
I wanted nothing more than to be a mom, but the whole pregnancy thing threw me for a loop. I was sick as a dog during months 2 and 3 of my pregnancy. I would muster all of my strength to train my clients and just get through the work day before stumbling home to collapse in a heap on the couch. And then there was the whole food thing. At a time when I wanted to eat healthier than ever to build my baby with all the most nutritious foods, the thought of anything even remotely healthy seemed to make the room spin even faster. Salads? Or any green vegetable, for that matter? Totally out of the question! Fruit was about the healthiest thing I could choke down. As a result of my organs shifting and pregnancy hormones, I had serious digestive issues, as well.
While some might have embraced the excuse to binge on potato chips, gummy bears, and trash TV, as a super active health-nut, I had an extremely difficult time coping. I had always felt very in tune with my body, and yet I couldn’t keep up with the internal changes that were taking place. Furthermore, I felt part of my identity was wrapped up in the activities I liked to do and what I ate. I felt totally out of control (welcome to pregnancy) and disconnected.
The morning (noon and night) sickness subsided after the first couple of months, and I slowly made my way back to my feet and back to the kitchen. For the remainder of my pregnancy I kept active with walks, bike rides, prenatal strength-training routines, prenatal yoga, and lots of stretching. My appetite returned with a vengeance, and I ate healthfully for the remainder of my pregnancy. I ate much of what I ate pre-pregnancy, just more of it, and more often.
I grew physically uncomfortable as my belly got bigger, ligaments were stretched, and my pelvic bones shifted, but otherwise I felt really good. I learned to listen to my body even better than ever before and give it just what it needed, be it rest, movement, stretching, meditation, chiropractic adjustment, nourishment, or water. I learned to relinquish control and found peace with the fact that my job was simply to listen intently and respond honestly in the best way I knew possible. (This is also my approach to parenthood, by the way.) I dedicated more time to self-care, knowing that it directly translated to care for my baby.
In December 2014, I gave birth to a very healthy baby boy, and my entire world has changed forever. (You can read all the “marvelous” details of my labor and delivery here.)